My girl must brush her teeth frequently,
And have a balanced diet regularly,
'Cause she'll be satieted in all of my shits,
So I can treat her with all these sweets.

I'll brawl with colonies of ants,
And endure bees under my pants.
Just to feed her with chocolates of words,
And protect her with popsickle of swords.

For her, I'll climb the tallest tree,
To acquire the sweetest fruit I see.
For her, I'll bake my eternal promise,
And bring nectar from garden of daisies.

I'll sing her my melodic sweets,
And dance with her under a surcose beat.
These sweets dictate how I love,
I just call this my diabetic love.

Steal my money but not my honey,
Eat my dinner and break my knee,
But never judge these sweetest words,
If you did, then I'll hunt you wherever in this world.